Past the point of no return
My first phic!.
BEEP...BEEP
The warning noise got louder and louder.Hehad been working into the night, and he had almost finished. His work to create a wormhole to another planet had had the problem of needing large amounts of energy, but he thought he had overcome this problem by using a new type of portable particle accelerator. He was soon to make the final connection, to link the directional computer to the portal, stabilising it and allowing it to remain open for large periods of time and in any location of his choosing. With this done his portal should be completed and ready to exhibit at the national academy of science. However, before making the final connection, he had gone to sleep slumped at his desk. His eyes therefore could not follow the power levels in his machine, displayed on the screen of his computer. He had accidentally activated the countdown when he slumped over the computer and so energy levels had been climbing all night and without the final connection there was nowhere for he power to go as the destination was not fixed. His computer started to beep, louder and louder as the levels crept further and further into the red and Erik Leroux, grandson of the great author himself, awoke. Frantically he typed code after code into the laptop, trying to divert the power, to no avail. The machine was prematurely activated but without any destination there was no use for the extreme power levels and the connections could not cope with the raw energy. It imploded and Erik felt his face burn away before he escaped to the darkness.
As the wires whipped around the final connection was made, not as expected to a place on the other side of the galaxy but one much closer, only a few streets away in fact. He felt himself falling, as from a great height, and he screamed for it to end. He hit the surface of a great pool of water then and gasped at the coldness. He was awoken from his stupor and half swam to the edge of the dark pool of stagnant water, his face burning at every stroke, before his thoughts faded and he became blissfully unconscious.
He awoke some hours later, in great pain. His face had been cleansed by the water but was now a mess of open wounds and third degree burns. He resembled a corpse who had been partially cremated. He turned over and felt the soft muslin between his fingers. Where was he and why wasn't he in his laboratory? He struggled up only to have a strong pair of hands push him back to the couch. A voice whispered out of the darkness
"Rest now, and save your energy. You will need it later when the pain gets to you"
He recognised that voice; he had heard it before, in his dreams. It was soft yet powerful, the voice of his great grandfathers main character 'le phantome de l'opera'. But how could it be him? He was a myth, a fable. He didn't exist; he was just a figment of Gaston's imagination. Never mind the fact that there really was a Christine and a Raoul de Chagny. Or the fact that Raoul brother had drowned in the subterranean lake beneath the Parisian opera Garnier, a real location visible from his apartment in the bois. Erik knew that somehow he was in safe hands, for now at least.
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